Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.